A Jack among Spades
Chapter Prologue: The Son of the Void
I have been drifting for centuries, banished to my home realm of the void. All for a millennia I have drifted, ever since my second defeat by the hero I once greeted with gusto. Cities were built and destroyed. Technologies found and lost. Heroes living and dying. The world had forgotten about my terrible existence… until now. My mask…all that remains of my body. The hero had tossed it into the fires of hell. Only the power I have imbued inside it has kept it within the world, when it is worn my body will once again be whole. I will absorb the soul of the weak willed that would wear my mask. Then I would destroy the world and bathe it in the fires of a thousand sons! Then no hero would dare stand against me!
It was the week of the preliminary exams, the objective? Retrieve a heaven scroll and make it to the tower without being spotted. Sounds easy right? Wrong, while the genin here were weak and hardly worthy opponents there were bigger enemies. Poisonous giant bugs, ravenous snakes, and the most dangerous? Other collectors. The village hidden in the rocks had wanted him to take a heaven scroll and report back. A problem was that there were hardly any genin who had the right scroll, and if they did, they had already made it to the tower. He watched as a genin team walked past his hiding place blending into the rock. He had prepared to ambush them when he heard a whisper inside his own mind. "Wear me Wear me Wear me Wear me." The Iwa nin tracked the strange voice through his head to a strange ceramic mask, the mask had no mouth or nose holes, just eye holes. The Iwa chunin inspected the mask for any traps before picking it up. "Wear me Wear me Wear me Wear me" The mask lured again before the Iwa nin placed the mask over his face. He could almost hear a cold manic laughter in his mind as he raised the mask to his face. As he put the mask on his body started to fill with pain as his body began to twist at impossible angles. When the transformation was done so was the Iwa nin, his body forever banished to the void as in his place stood the once renowned Jack of Blades. He felt his mask, the thing that had brought him back into this world. He laughed manically as he drew a black bladed sword. "So… I'm back after such a long wait."
Pain sat in a small chair in the Akatsuki's main base, his chakra rods shimmering with power. 'Something powerful has just entered the world, something more powerful than the tailed beasts. I must take caution before I have time to study it'
An: So it may be slow update due to two other stories I'm working on, however I plan to be updating whenever I have the time of day, please review.